Charisma, aptitude, decision making, collectedness, efficiency and personality. These six cores, determined by the KAN-SEN, can make any Navy Lieutenant to Captain eligible for a position as Commander of the Azur Lane. A written exam, a round of war...
Repulse: "Here it is!" She points to a door within the main building. "Now, I must go, Renown asked I report to her once I'm back. Bye, Commander!"
"Bye, Repulse."
Damn. I really wanted her to stay. Well, whatever. I enter the room.
It's a nice room. A carpet in the centre, with a short pine table atop it. Surrounding two sides of the table are long sofas that look soft enough to sleep on. I assume they're like that in case of long nights, the Commander and Secretary can sleep, or have a nice chat with guests. Upon the walls are paintings of landscapes far away from Hawaii. I can recognise a Mayan temple, Moai statues, The Louvre.
And beyond the table, next to a desk, I am greeted by... a maid.
Maid: "You have arrived earlier than anticipated. This was unexpected. Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Master. I am HMS Belfast, second ship of the Edinburgh-subclass light cruisers for the Royal Navy." She courtesies me.
"...Yeah, nice to meet you too, Miss Belfast..." I muttered.
Belfast's steel-blue eyes look at me with confusion as I peer away. 'I am not going to be like Ray. Don't look at her chest, don't look at her chest, don't look at her-'
Belfast: "Does something... trouble you, Master?"
Oh, God, she's calling me 'Master.' Code Red. Code Red. Shut the blast doors.
"O-oh, nothing. I'm just not used to this." I gesture to the entire room. "Any of this." As I look to Miss Belfast, I notice the collar and chain around her neck.
Belfast: "Understandable. You weren't even a Lieutenant, and now you command them. Just take it slow. And do not be afraid to ask for help. I am your secretary. It's my job, and my desire, to help you, my Master." Her smile. God, her smile.
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The blush on my face was as obvious as her... dress. Yeah, let's say dress. Let's not at all reference her huge-
"...Thank you, Miss Belfast. You have no idea how much that means to me."
I waddle over and sit at the desk. It's rather simple. A full oak desk with a comfy leather chair on wheels. A small lamp, a desk cactus(?), a computer. Simple, yet effective. Enough drawers to store important daily needs, quick access to a filing cabinet to my right, a window behind to let in that nice afternoon sunlight. Honestly, this place... it feels wonderful. I could get used to this.
Oh. Wait. Fuck. I forgot. I got up.
"Miss Belfast, where's the canteen? I... forgot to eat breakfast."
Belfast: "The canteen is closed right now for maintenance, but if you would give me some time, I will make some food and bring it to you."
